Practice Writing: Suspense

Sometimes, when there's no wifi (and so there is nothing to do), and I'm bored, I do this thing called "practice writing" in my iPod touch. It's when I write a random story, or opening, just so I could practice on a particular "feeling" or "genre" (if that's the word). I write anything that pops into my head, and just make things flow.

Here's a Practice Writing Thing I Wrote on the Airport

I woke to the sound of quick rain drops beating on the bedroom window. I jerked awake, eyes wide open, and scanned the room, looking for the intruder. Darkness. Apprehension filled me up inside. My eyes circled the dark corners, until I was certain I was alone.
I was alone.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
I was sure it would be tonight. I lay back and pulled the covers on me, knowing full well this would be another one of those sleepless nights. The pillow was soft under my head as I gazed at the ceiling to think.
It was the nightmare, I realized. It was the nightmare that woke me up. Not any ordinary nightmare, because it was always the same one. I shuddered as I remembered the intense details, the vivid images that consumed me in my sleep. The nightmare, in so many ways, was worse than reality.
I was running again. Running towards the grassy plains of Nigrasa. Running away from them. Running away from him. The wolves, the wolves were chasing me. And no matter how far I run, I always ended up in the place I tried so hard to avoid. The jungle was my prison, and I could not free myself from its grasp. And the next thing I knew, I was falling. Falling down the dark shadow of a hole with no end. I kept screaming. Because I knew where I was headed next. And I knew who I would see. Him. His menacing laughter, chorused with the howls of the wolves, echoed through the darkness, filling up my ears, terrorizing me, until I woke up screaming.
I looked at the alarm clock. 5:00 A.M. It was early morn, only an hour before my usual wake up time. It was going to be a long day.
I glanced at the window again, making sure nothing was there. And despite the present circumstances, i smiled a bit to myself. It looks like I would live today. I wasn't dead yet.
My name is Aderna Collins, 14 years old, and a sophomore in Fortuna High. Up until a few months ago, my life was completely normal. By normal, i mean a life not involving psychopathic werewolves, and cursed bodies. A life where you don't have to worry about keeping alive until tomorrow. A life not involving him. Its a mad goose chase out there, and the odds were not in my favor. Everyday could be my death, or my life. Everyday was a risk to take.
Still, I have to keep moving, keep breathing, and i have to keep myself alive. Because this is my last chance, an I'm not going to ruin it again.


XOXO
Bea